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OMFG! Anakin might do ~something~ *pearl clutch* ([info]darkforcerising) wrote in [info]makebelievelog,
“Thank you.” Though Anakin would say the swoop was far from the perfection it could be if only he had all the proper parts readily at hand, instead of having to make many pieces from scratch. However, it was built well enough that he could be damn proud of his accomplishments and be gracious about a sincere compliment.

By then Claudia’s anticipation was palpable without him even needing to look at her. It seemed the young woman probably wouldn’t be able to contain herself for much longer. Anakin impassively scrutinized Claudia and her request, turning the idea over in his mind and looked for ways she could turn this into their untimely demise by fiery explosion. He didn’t relent when she returned a glare back as good as she got. But, soundlessly, he came to a conclusion and reached into another part of the craft to unplug the fuel relays as an extra insurance against uncontrollable exothermic reactions.

And then he nodded to his friend, “Don’t break anything.”

With what he assumed would be an extended stretch of peace from Claudia’s incessant pleadings, Anakin turned back to H. G. “The power generators and turbothrusters are located in the rear,” he pointed to the aft section of the bike, and then launched into a brief explanation of how each worked separately and in conjunction with one another.

“I’m…” he thought for a moment, assessing just how much the older woman was both interested in the swoop and how well she followed along with his explanation. And finding her curiosity and intelligence to his standards he continued, “I’m currently reworking and improving the individual components, if you’d like to help I can give more detailed explanations as I go.” He encountered very few individuals who were impressed with his accomplishments, didn’t assume his dedication to improving his skill an indication of Dark Side tendencies, and could keep up with him, making collaborative work a rare event in his life.


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